My son eyed the large and wide print
. . . . . stenciled across an interstate billboard.
At three, he’d already taught himself
. . . . . to read over a year earlier, even before
he could tell anyone how well he knew
. . . . . to spell words we had never heard him
say. My wife and I were surprised
. . . . . once again by the way he spoke terms
learned through no method we know,
. . . . . on this day reciting lines of a highway
advertisement shining under bright
. . . . . summer sunlight, its bold gold and red
. . . . . adventurous activities, and exhilarating
attractions ahead—sending a message
. . . . . to tourists that now seems meant more
to us as a lesson we only discovered
. . . . . somewhere much farther down the road.
Exhilarating attractions ahead, indeed.
He kindly gave me permission to share this here. The poem is featured in the Spring issue of the Bellevue Literary Review. You can visit Edward's Byrne's blog, One Poet's Notes, to read more and to leave a comment about how much you like this poem.